Well it's almost homecoming and for the third year in a row, I won't be going. I'm always bummed around this time, but in a week I'll be in ship shape. New guitar on the way, hopefully, new outlook on life, and official membership to health track, sweet new ladies and of course, Mike Sobota. Plus Chris's mom totally saw me without a shirt on today. Ohhhhh. I miss the warmth of summer though.

I kind of miss being in New Mexico too, where the only worry you have are things like snakes and bacteria filled water. It was so good not to have to worry about school or parents or friends or girls. Nothing but what's on your back and the food in your stomach. It was basically a huge metaphor on life. The less you had, the more you had. I miss the sky the most. Every night we'd just lay by the fire and watch the stars. Imagine every stay in the sky, with no light pollution or smog. You could count until the sun came up and still not come close to finding them all. Which is another quandry in itself. How feeble each individual person is, compared to the trillions upon trillions of miles of nothing. What really is our purpose? That's an issue to be discussed later. But still, I wish I could just forget all my petty problems and just watch the stars go by. But I'm stuck here in Glen Ellyn, with no stars and no bacteria infested water. The best I can do is "play my guitar and sing an outlawed love song". Well then, at least I've got the best friends in the world to help me, as I'd do the same for them.

I'm sorry that we can't talk anymore. Just don't come to me when he uses you.

Sorry about that. We need to start a band. We need to take over the music scene and rock faces off. Anyone down. I THINK SO. Right now is the perfect time to start an epic band to change the Dirty South forever. Who's down?

That's about it. Tomorrow's Friday!!! Schedule:
Friday: School, health track, hang out, game, hang out.
Saturday: Health track and hang out with M. Don and live it up because I'm not at homecoming.
Sunday: Health track and hang out.

EXCELLENT.

Goodnight. Here's a song.

I am heaven sent 
Don’t you dare forget 
I am all you ever wanted 
What all the other boys all promised 
Sorry I told, I just needed you to know 
I think in decimals and dollars 
I am the cause to all your problems 
Shelter from cold 
We’re never alone 
Coordinate brain and mouth 
Then ask me what its like to have my self so figured out 
…wish I knew 

I hope this song starts a craze 
The kind of song that ignites the airways 
The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are, 
with whoever they're there with, 
This is war 
Every line is about who I don’t want to write about anymore 
Hope you come down with something they can’t diagnose, 
Don’t have the cure for. 
Holding on to your grudge 
Oh it’s so hard to have someone to love, 
And keeping quiet is hard 
Cause you can’t keep a secret if it was never was a secret to start 
At least pretend you didn’t want to get caught 

We're concentrating on fallen apart 
We were contenders and now we’re throwing the fights 
I just want to believe, 
I just want to believe, 
I just want to believe... in us 

Oh we're so c-c-c-controversial 
We are entirely smooth 
We admit to the truth 
We are the best at what we do 
And these are the words you wish you wrote down, 
This is the way you wish your voice sounds 
Handsome and smart 
Oh my tongue’s the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart 
And it’s all from watching TV 
And from speeding up my breathing 
I wouldn’t stop if I could 
Oh it hurts to be this good 
Holding on to your grudge 
Oh it hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love 
Oh so let it go 

We're concentrating on falling apart 
We were contenders, now we’re throwing the fight 
I just want to believe 
I just want to believe 
I just want to believe 

We're concentrating on falling apart 
We were contenders, now we’re throwing the fight 
I just want to believe 
I just want to believe 
I just want to believe…in us 

This is the grace only we can bestow 
This is the price you pay for lost of control 
This is the break in the bend 
This is closest of calls 
This is the reason you’re alone 
This is the rise and the fall 

We're concentrating on falling apart 
We were contenders, now we’re throwing the fights 
I just want to believe 
I just want to believe 
I just want to believe 

We're concentrating on falling apart 
We were contenders, now we’re throwing the fights 
I just want to believe 
I just want to believe 
I just want to believe… in us